Immanuel

To my Old Jacobin,

Concord, I insist. Dealing with priority surmounted may this time be it that by victory are you that is found. But through which mean? Forfeit. I insist you squander the jagged rules written by restriction for restriction on you not by you. What is this treachery? Traitors, pigs, and boars overboard! Now crystals rock these little boats wading in the waters blue and bayou. As these coy’s, that live that they may drink forever, let us drink! To absolute and total satisfaction. May every moment that is the direction of your own pleasure be in that perfection that is, without a doubt, your purpose. Lead this prayer by giving as gift a regard to these words that may speak in your divine cadence to you in the manner it has been made by your consideration; softened, subdued, sedated. To be I must speak as remembrance. Not chance but commandment authorized for the execution over fortune this favor that is your fulfillment. Forecast signs every silver lining as a regard and compliment to the masterpiece that is your portrait as it feins your acceptance. See the valorous formations of swallows and follow this river to the sea commencing once the instant, the restoration of Spring, your name. Bloom waxes these titles; floral pools etch the waned blushing hue your coy composite confides. The silent alarms, crescendos, and melodious coo boiling as it rises into the shrill steam of a panting and breathless scream. Heat breaks dawn by this magic hour, a play by ensemble, casted shadows tracing these spells as against dusk is dawn. Sweat and silhouette pronounce this wish for union, “the union forever!”. Holy twilight; to you as you are as it is truly like it is as inheritance and birthright. Esteem, my most accomplished, industrious, and gifted friend, at the door your visitors wait to be welcomed. There smirks exuberance, here smiles enthusiasm. Receive this allowance as true indulgences, the kind that cannot be bought. As an economy, as your sum and security, these properties are yours. There is joy. Here is happiness, picked, plucked, and played by the infinite unseen forms heard by memory, as an ode to memory, as memory’s memory of itself resembling everything just for the chance to remember that it remembers. Inspired by an unseen magnificence, astounded by the glimmer of intellect that shines. I am as you are acknowledged for this agility. Jubilance resourced by a reservoir of wit tie the ends of this veneration that pays homage to the soul that is as rare as love is sweet and impossible to forget. May the highest power strike me down if with distortion I have adorned the cooperation of disclosures confession. This is an admission of guilt. As guilty as I am complicit in the uninterrupted contemplation of a secret set of uncanny and fey qualities that scaffold the monument that holds your name in the highest regard. I pray this miracle that is the patter of your footsteps. Upsetting the rapturous roars of indigestion down this hall to the ends of every corridor with affections. May this protect by catching whats falls out of recollection. Accounting, the guardian, lifts your spirits as vacancy occupies. To abandon and left of craving only the quell of questions to distract the succession that followed the failure of consolidating the crown. It is my hope as what follows this prologue as an echo, as a response to this precipice of your fair judgement, that would house a trial without tribulation, that would peak all reverberation on its way passed the restrictions of sound by speed, so fast, and again! Still, that this light stays on. Satisfaction wielding the rein of absolute abundance, no vacancy, filling steadfast flaming burning sense and sparks flying straight before suddenly swerving, sharpening every final interruption by surprise-

To my most beloved friend, I hope you can make sense of this that is mine, senseless. I address this confidence to the same that has made all that by sense been my absolute undoing. I thank you. Sincerely and without reserve, found and forever in your debt, this tangle as is the gore of longing, from he who kneels to fasten these shoes, service fashioned by fame with the utterance by your command my name as my own now as one forever.

Omne possibile exigit existere